This reproduction does little to flatter my school-mates and the Editor would be grateful for a proper black & white print. The second half – which includes myself – will follow shortly.
Newry News and Irish Fun
This reproduction does little to flatter my school-mates and the Editor would be grateful for a proper black & white print. The second half – which includes myself – will follow shortly.
Sam and Jack and Rupert Brooke
You might have died with Rupert Brooke,
but septicemia took him off
two days before the V-beach madness
Even today,
the rain falls silently
yes sadly
so touched are the flowers
they weep
The most famous song about the 1916 rising, and probably the best one has connections with Newry and Mourne.
For many years the exact position of the O’Neill Vault was a subject of speculation.
It was known that c. 1820 the Rev Rector Charles Atkinson decided to brick up the doorway of the Vault.
Dear Agnes,
This is rather a delicate matter but I’m sure, Agnes that I can rely on your discretion.
In those early days of the late 1950s in The Meadow, there was only one boy to earn even greater ridicule than the rider of the lop-sided buggy, and that was the lad who suddenly appeared, beaming, on a shiny new, pristine shop-bought contraption with cissy rubberised wheels.
Our foot ‘pads’ were cement pavings, two-broad to the edge of the kribben, and none too evenly laid, but this just added to the thrill, as we thundered along on our ball-bearing buggies.